Series: The Gibson Boys #2
Author: Adriana Locke
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
More like frustrated balls of sexual tension and neither will give in.
crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, takes cupcakes from the corner of
her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the
history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a
coincidence. All sixteen times.
too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and
seeing the librarian in skirts drives him wild. She won’t give in. It’s for the
best, really, considering there’s no way he could lie to a woman like that and
he’s not about to tell her the truth about himself. Not in a million years.
really like each other. But for this to be a friends-to-lovers story, they have
to start somewhere, right?
Craft is book 2 in the Gibson Boys series and follows history teacher Lance Gibson and librarian Mariah Malarkey.
They’re not quite enemies. Not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension and neither will give in.
After an accident in high school that changed his world, Lance has shied away from anything remotely close to anything ending in “ship”. He has had 1 serious relationship that ended badly and if it’s up to him, that will be his last.
Mariah thought she was in love. She was going to get married, have kids, a picket fence – the works. Until he dumped her. For her sister. Who then had his child.
When Lance continues to insert himself into Mariah’s life, Mariah knows that Lance is bad news. She knows that starting anything with him will only lead to heart break. After all, she has listened to him schedule date after date when he’d use her office as his personal phone booth.
What happens when the laws of attraction are just too much to compete with? When secrets come out, will the conditions of love be too much to handle?
This was an awesome novel! There are glimpses of past and future characters as well that make you want more Gibson Boys ASAP!
outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her